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Me-usings and Me-emories
16 January 2014 - "The world is my oyster," could only have been said by a flat-earther who loves downing grey gelatinous glop. What was Mr. Shakespeare thinking? Even when fried to a crisp, a shucked oyster is still at its core phlegm. Give me a still-wiggling lizard tail any day...or a dollop of yogurt is a nice change...especially when the gut is complaining about all those lizard indulgences. No, pared to its essence, "The world is mine," sums it up succinctly. For those who won't listen to sage advice, I am on guard.
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| methodology of the meow-stro |
Today's Catechism
(for the self-taught)
Recognize what is worthy,
and hold it close.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
quote of the day - 'The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.' ~ Oscar Wilde
Catty Corner
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